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So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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So, I’m herding people like sheep, and this one guy, I swear, he’s arguing with me. “I paid for this beach day!” he yells. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t pay for your life!” Finally, I get everyone out, and the rain starts pouring. I’m soaked, but at least I’m not dealing with any more drama.

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